ayo crysis, ya need ya mic checked, cuz im comin at you and goona take this battle and steal ya set,
im in effect, you better make a wish, im about to break ya neck, like a terrorist plane, you bound ta get wrecked,
you aint got skill to battle my intellekt, you gotta gain my respect, to battle against me, you gotta be a vet,
imma go lightspeed on you, leave you on tha ground wonderin what to do, my punches leave clouds throu you like jets,
you a pest, tryin to battle me and cant beat-tha-best, you got beat by-tha-rest, this aint-a-test, its a way of life,
so before tha nights over im takin-ya-life and fuckin-ya-wife, you better get binoculars cuz my rhymes is out of sight,
turn off tha switch to put out-ya-lights,nigga you cant put up a fight, aint even got tha right,
This battles like a one legged man in a ass kickin contest, if i lose its juss cuz im depressed, but imma win cuz im distressed,
beat you like all of tha rest, imma let you catch ya breath..... cuz im writin these lines till i aint got nothin left,
and you need some rest before you go against me, tha best, my verse is like redneck families, Sick as incest,

Finisher

my skill is killer, you like a generic poptart, no flaver, mostly filler,
im iller then half these bitches out there, so when you bow down to defeat,
smile like a doughnut, and watch out my pubic hair will get stuck in ya teeth,
this battles over, i juss killed tha beef.

(I kno tha finisher was whak)